Author's note: This is a super long entry which consists of more than 10,000 words, coupled with pictures taken during the chalet. To spice things up, this entry contains erotic words but has utterly no pornography.
Since this entry will be explicitly long, I have decided to break them up into four parts.
The first few paragraph will pathetically describe how I watched the sun rises. Absolutely irrelevant to my chalet story. But if you wish to read from the beginning and not wanting to miss any part of this entry, I will be really glad.
However if you do not wish to waste your precious time reading irrelevant stuff then you may skip to paragraph 22 where the real story begins.
Already packed, I bidded my parents goodbyes and left the house. Wanting to watch the sunrise, I decided to take a cab to the nearest flat ground.
I sat in the back seat of the cab, windows glazed with a soft dew. Down the window was a drip of water that stretched from top to bottom. The sun, golden and magenta, continued to rise.
Its rays catching the condensation, creating a stained glass window, except the drip. I valued the stain glass, but I cherished the drip. It was my slightly clear view to the world. And the sun continued to rise.
I got out of the cab about minutes later. I looked to the horizon of trees and marsh, anticipating the sun rise.
Ever so slowly it began to creep, painting the sky around it the most beautiful color in the world, sugar maple orange. Thoughts of autumn filled my head as the rays glazed my vision.
Just out of curiosity, I turned around. I had done that so many times before, being only today that I realized how I took that view for granted, just as I had taken everything else for granted.
They stretched their arms, reaching for the sun. Their bundles of wares, penta-groups of needles, shown. They towered the back horizon, and as I scanned their majestic being, down from root and up to point, I watched those bows reach for the sky, getting their first taste of sunlight.
The beginning of their day long feeding. They tasted it. Only the tops did. I stood there wondering how it tasted. Was it like warm milk or sweet peppermint, both being of good flavor.
If I was a tree, I would hope my first taste was of peppermint and after that, sweet warm buttermilk, but I stray.
I returned my view towards the sun. It had just started to begin its later hall over the tree tops. For another reason, I'm not exactly sure why, I glanced upward, following the clouds along the sky.
It was a blanket stretching over the land. Patch work. Patches of lavender and blue with a slight touch of magenta. The sky beyond the blanket's end was light pink. I once again followed the clouds, this time towards the sun.
As I progressed, the patches changed from their pastels to white stuffing cover with clear lace, sewn with blue thread.
I reached the clouds above me, than I turned towards the sun. The white slowly showed that it was dyed. Sugar maple orange. It stopped, the blanket did, just at the edge of the marsh.
The sky had grown brighter, with the sun being ¾ above its post. The sky was bright, colored without description.
Caught up in the moment, I failed to realize the time. It was only until I heard the rumble of the bus, that I realized my view was about to end. It drove up N, headlights on, strobe flashing, both of which were hardly noticeable, due to the golden paint that tinted the earth.
For a moment, it camouflaged the bus, except for the windows reflecting the rays. I headed towards the roadway.
As I began the cross, I gave one last glance at the sun. I knew I would catch glimpses of it on my bus ride, but I knew it would not be the same. Some people cherish the sunset, bringing closure to the day.
Some wish for moonlight, to bring light to the dark night. I long for both of those for similar, but yet extremely different reasons. But most of all, I long for my sunrise.
Evil Twin: Enough of being long-winded and get on with the show! How I wish I could slap your butt silly!
A fine elegant lady ran towards us and... farted.
Marilyn Monroe: Oh YEAH BABY! Hehehehe!
Evil Twin: Oh my! Did she let go a huge fart? Look at her skirt; It's flying all over!
Marilyn Monroe: Weeeeeeeee!
Evil Twin: Oh, the smell! It's killing my brain cells. Go away!
The Man beside Marilyn: Should I pretend not to smell? *Paused for 10 seconds* Gosh, I think I am having a hard on! *Looks at his trousers*
Marilyn Monroe: Oh by the way, I will be starring in a new movie called the seven year itch. It's about a clown name Tom Ewell and I farting throughout the entire movie. But here's the catch, while I fart, I giggle.
Marilyn Monroe: HEHEHEHEHEHE!
Tom Ewell: Oh my! Look at her *censored* It's so bushy.
Marilyn Monroe: HEHEHEHHEHE!
Enough said.
I met up with my close friend, Sugeendra Devi at Causeway Point before proceeding to Shing Shong at Marsilling to buy the neccesary barbeque stuffs.
Along the way, I believed I saw a retarded lady who was in the same bus as me. She was seated directly behind me where I could see every movement of hers through the reflections of the window.
Somehow, I could hear her talking and I thought she was on the phone since there were nobody seated beside her. She was happily giggling away, "hehehehehe!" and the next words that came out from her mouth were ... ,"Dear, I love you."
I was somesort smiling away when I hear those words and I thought how loving she was to her boyfriend until I suddenly realize she was talking to herself when I saw her reflections in the window.
Terrified I was at that moment. Looking at the reflections of the window, I saw her smiling away and then pouting her lips as if she was kissing someone.
I wanted to move away but somehow I felt bad if I were to do so. I remain seated and tried to stay calm. Minutes passed but I saw no abrupt movements made by the lady.
So I continued doing my own things; reading book and listening to Kelly Clarkson's song.
I was dozing off when suddenly I felt my chair vibrating. I looked at the reflection and was utterly shocked when I saw the lady groping her breasts and shaking violently as if she was being rode by a guy.
I saw her lips moving but were uncertain of what she was saying since the headphones were still attached to my ears.
I decided to take them off and covered my mouth with my hands when I heard moaning sounds coming from her.
She was like, "Aaaa... Aaaa.... Yeah... Hehehehehe... Yeah... Aaaa... Hehehe!"
I was so freaked out but was relieved as the bus has reached its final stop. I rushed out of the bus with my two big bags filled with clothes and one medium size radio.
By 11, Devi arrived and we proceeded to our destination. I figured that we had met up too early. After buying the barbeque foods (crabmeat sticks, hotdogs and prawns), we advanced to another classmate's house at the other side of Singapore.
Carrying three bags individually, we had no desire of taking the bus. Instead, we flagged a cab and enjoyed the 20 minutes ride.
Bored, I decided to strike a conversation with the cab driver who is a man in his fifties.
Me: Uncle, how's your day so far?
Cab Driver: Orh, it's great so far. But child, it's quite tiring since I started my night shift yesterday...
Me: You like classical ah, uncle?
Cab Driver: *Look at his mirror and nodded his head* Yes. I feel relaxed.
Me: Me too leh uncle!
Then the uncle turned on the radio's volume. But somehow, the song that I was listening to on my discman overpowered the song that was being played on the radio.
Cab Driver: Isn't that techno you're listening to?
Me: ...
Embarrassed, I kept quiet throughout the entire journey. We reached our destination and went up to my classmate's house.
We were greeted by her mum who then told us to wait at the living room while my classmate was bathing.
While waiting, I decided to torture one of the cats there. I pat the cat's back, followed by spank of his butt.
The cat mewed in pleasure. If I were to translate it in human language, it goes like, "Yeah baby, spank me harder!"
I continuously spank the cat when abruptly my classmate, Erlina came out of her room. Judging from the way she dress, she was unprepared for visitors.
Then she screamed upon seeing me.
... To be continued
Signing Off,
Shah Rizal Isaac
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